Gusting winds and blowing sand chipping away at the mortar. Rain and sun rotting away at the boards. Piece by piece the statuesque  chimney loses its strength and falls prey to the world around it. Time creeps away as silent screams go unseen. Dry tears scatter with each gentle breeze. Little remains but, a few faded pictures with lost souls gathered around. Lonely memories plague the landscape and ghost haunt the abandoned halls. Moment by moment less can be done. As love loses its grip gravity takes its place. A final prayer, a thunderous boom, a smoldering heap. A few more words, a little more love. Unto the end a parched love with abundant roses searches the night sky for nothingness. Shed not the tears for love comes not with loss. Love is in life. Guilt is in loss.

Hush!!! Hush!!! Dull roar. Scream at the heavens no more. Ravens hunger perishith not. Sweetest blood pouring from the bill. Flesh tangled in the claws. Darkness overtakes the lonely soul. Visions of grandeur floods emptiness across the nest. Bonded to the cover that binds the spirit. Not allowed to run, not allowed to scream. Silence quickens the soul. Dry dry river quenches no needs. Cracked earth mocks the angels songs. Never more can the radiance light the path. Woe to those that call to the gentle heart. Freedom!!! Freedom!!! frees the spirit, but leaves the loss. Cry!!! Cry!!! No more for the angels adore the upward glance. Rejoice in the absence for now the corners turn up.

Persistent river tumbling to the pillow that breaks the fall. Crowded room yet all alone the broken heart pleads for the sharpest edge. Visions of love surround the heart and squeeze life from the veins. Emptiness overtakes, smothering the smile with tortured agony. Eyes open not, heart do not beat, breathe fail the body. The path was was not, yet it is. The soul screams and pleads. Time turn back and change the future, for death shall fall. The weary heart gains no rest, for they walk to and fro. Yet all alone, the soul entertains to no end. All alone in the night, all alone in the day. All alone on the pillow of hell. The soul begs for one crumb from the floor, yet the dogs devour all that remains. All alone! All alone! They do not understand nor do they try. Happiness prevails yet the soul is all alone. Laughing and talking, singing and dancing, love they make, yet the soul is all alone. Sheets tightly wrapped drying the final tear. Tomorrow is gone and today fails to pass. Darkness chokes the life from the wind that lifted the wings. All alone, fly no more for darkness is a choice and the end is soon to follow. By the twisted words memories will remain. Yet one chair remains cold. And the tables lack for all is gone and he is all alone. Too late for yesterday, looking back is now to the side. Perfect vision but its too late for now he is all alone!

Oh rounded feet, which way shall thy lead the heart tonight. Shall it be the coldest of colds that brings forth a river of red. Shall it be the warmth of swaddling arms that nurture the soul. In thine ears the raven brings forth the darkest answers and final peace.  Freeing the soul from the broken glass that pierces the bottom of the feet. The darkness brings forth a gentle breeze from flying soil, ending thy pain with a long nights sleep.  Yet the arms reach out, pulling back the *****. A tiny glimmer of light teases the heart and cracks the eye. Thy strong beast doest deliver a mighty blow. From heavens window, and upon a strong shoulder the wounded heart swooshes away. Even for a moment the love prevails and postpones the suns final farewell. The end of the day ticks closer, yet its further away. Oh my friend shall i stay?